But we scorn all their threats, boys, whatever they may mean;
For we trust in God above us, and we dearly love the green.
So, we'll up for the green, and we'll up for the green!
Oh, to die is far better than be curst as we have been;
And we've hearts—oh, we've hearts, boys, full true enough, I ween,
To rescue and to raise again our own immortal green!
III.
They may swear as they often did, our wretchedness to cure;
But well never trust John Bull again, nor let his lies allure.
No, we won't—no we won't, Bull, for now nor ever more!
For we've hopes on the ocean, and we've trust on the shore.
Then up for the green, boys, and up for the green!
Shout it back to the Sassenagh, "We'll never sell the green!"
For our Tone is coming back, and with men enough, I ween,
To rescue, and avenge us and our own immortal green.
IV.
Oh, remember the days when their reign we did disturb,
At Limerick and Thurles—Blackwater and Benburb;
And ask this proud Saxon if our blows he did enjoy,
When we met him on the battle-field of France—at Fontenoy.
Then we'll up for the green, boys, and up for the green!
Oh, 'tis still in the dust, and a shame to be seen;
But we've hearts and we've hands, boys, full strong enough, I ween,
To rescue and to raise again our own unsullied green!
THE VOW OF TIPPERARY.
From Carrick streets to Shannon shore—
From Slievenamon to Ballindeary—
From Longford-pass to Galtymore—
Come, hear The Vow of Tipperary.
